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Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair |
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Talkin' to some rich folks that you know |
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Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company |
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Well you know I could never be alone |
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Take me down little Susie, won't you take me down? |
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I know you think you're the Queen of the underground |
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And you can send me dead flowers every mornin' |
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Send me dead flowers by the mail |
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Send me dead flowers to my weddin' |
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And I won't forget to put roses on your grave |
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Well when you're sittin' back in your long pink Cadillac |
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Makin' bets on Kentucky Derby day |
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I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon |
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And another girl to take my pain away |
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Take me down little Susie, won't you take me down? |
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I know you think you're the Queen of the underground |
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But you can send me dead flowers every mornin' |
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Send me dead flowers by the mail |
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Send me dead flowers to my weddin' |
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But I won't forget to put roses on your grave |
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{Well alright} |
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Take me down little Susie, won't you take me down? |
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I know you think you're the Queen of the underground |
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And you can send me dead flowers every morning |
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Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail |
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Say it with dead flowers in my weddin' |
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An' I won't forget to put roses on your grave |
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No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave |
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(Yo) |
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{I felt like a hillbilly for a minute |
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Just a minute} |
